| valravn's nest | |
| Connecting... | |
| Connecting... | |
| Connection established. Processing... | |
| The console before you finally sputters to life, printing a scroll of | |
| text - the last hour of fiddling with antennas seems to have paid off, | |
| after all. You sit within a concealed nook at the outer edge of the | |
| Mare Tranquillitatis People's Circumlunar Zaibatsu, a portable terminal | |
| and radio transmitter/receiver alongside you. Your eyes scan over each | |
| line of the data before you. | |
| Somewhere deep within the rotting biome of the Zaibatsu, a system hosts | |
| and transmits a datastream known as "valravn's transmissions." It shares | |
| data pertaining to events local to this sector of the solar system, as | |
| well as the personal musings of its administrator. Normally, this stream | |
| is encrypted; from here, however, you can just barely connect to a system | |
| providing a limited cleartext variant. | |
| The data is organized into a few sections: | |
| information | |
| Introductions, for me and this space. | |
| *log - valravn's transmissions | |
| Musings on my personal experiences and interests. | |
| hacks - projects and scripts | |
| A couple bits of software, of questionable quality. | |
| exit to the zaibatsu |